 
  Review by
        Eric Hillis
  Directed by: David MacDonald
  Starring: Patricia Laffan, Hugh McDermott, Hazel Court, Peter Reynolds, Adrienne
      Corri
 
    
  A popular dramatic conceit in the early decades of the talkies was to have
    a bunch of strangers held hostage in a single location by a dangerous
    criminal. It meant that money that might otherwise be squandered traipsing
    around various locations could instead be spent on star power, and it gave
    us gems like The Petrified Forest and Key Largo. For b-movie producers it was a no-brainer that allowed them to exploit
    studio space, often knocking out an extra film at the end of a larger shoot.
    That was the case with 1954's Devil Girl from Mars, which was rushed into production to avail of a three week block of rented
    studio space at Shepperton that became available when the production of
    Calling Scotland Yard wrapped up ahead of schedule.
  Director David MacDonald's film sticks close to the established
    format. It features a group of strangers stuck in a remote Scottish inn with
    an escaped convict. The twist here is that the threat isn't posed by the
    convict, who claims he's innocent of the charge of killing his wife, but
    rather from...you guessed it, a devil girl from Mars.

  The titular villain is something of an enduring icon in the world of
    British sci-fi. Played with malevolent relish by Patricia Laffan,
    Nyah sports a black PVC outfit that likely would have stirred up recent
    memories of Nazis in its 1954 audience, and which now looks like a precursor
    of Vivienne Westwood's '70s punk wardrobes.
  Headed for London in search of studs to repopulate her planet after all the
    native Martian men were wiped out in a war of the sexes, Nyah crashlands in
    the Scottish moors, just outside an inn.
  Assembled inside are the innkeepers, Mr and Mrs Jamieson (John Laurie
    and Sophie Stewart); their lovelorn barmaid (Adrienne Corri)
    and her escaped convict lover (Peter Reynolds); a heartbroken model
    (Hazel Court); an Irish scientist (Joseph Tomelty); and the
    obligatory big wooden American lug, a newspaper man played by
    Hugh McDermott, actually a Scottish actor whose performance is as
    stiff as the drinks he constantly knocks back.

  Movies of this sort often see a lot of bickering between the hostages as to
    how they should deal with their predicament, but everyone here is
    collectively focussed on defeating Nyah. It's no easy task, as she readily
    demonstrates her powers by evaporating a handyman ("a worthless specimen"),
    erecting an invisible force field around the inn and having her robot
    henchman Chani commit acts of vandalism against any structures that get in
    his way. Chani is a cheap knockoff of Gort from
    The Day the Earth Stood Still and walks with the clunkiness of
    a pensioner negotiating their driveway on an icy morning.
  Devil Girl from Mars was released the same year as the
    American sci-fi b-movie Target Earth, which boasts an almost identical setup, albeit its action playing out in
    a cocktail lounge rather than a Highland inn. The two movies demonstrate the
    cultural differences that still existed between the US and UK at that point.
    The histrionics of Target Earth are countered here by classic
    British stoicism, represented chiefly by Mrs Jamieson, who hilariously
    declares "If we've only got hours to live we might as well have a cup of
    tea." The movie's portrayal of relationships is very much of its time, with
    Court's model declaring her undying love for McDermott's hack within an hour
    of first meeting the big lug. The presence of John Laurie gives the film the
    feel of a Dad's Army episode in parts.

  The movie is conversely also quite ahead of its time in some aspects, none more so
    than the kinkiness of Nyah's outfit, which looks like the version of Darth
    Vader you might find in a porn parody. There are moments where Laffan
    swishes her cloak in aggravation that make you wonder if George Lucas might
    have been a fan. Laffan plays the part with the displeased demeanour of a
    substitute teacher lumbered with a classroom full of idiot kids, and Nyah's
    humble-bragging over her race's superiority over humans is like a dry run
    for Leonard Nimoy's Spock. What an effect Laffan must have had on young
    budding feminists at the time, not to mention their sweaty-palmed
    boyfriends.
  Perhaps the most impressive part of Devil Girl from Mars is
    the effect of Nyah's exploding spaceship that ends the film. Eschewing the
    usual balls of fire of the era, SFX director Jack Whitehead instead
    delivers an ever-growing plume of smoke which viewed today, bears an eerie
    resemblance to the footage of the Challenger shuttle explosion.
 
  